SILENT FEET

SILENT FEET

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They walk on silent feet

through the forest so deep.

I must keep moving my feet

without stopping to sleep.

The howling wind plays their song

of bloody deaths for us all.

They’re not for this place for long.

They wait for the town to fall.

They are surrounding me.

I can’t outrun their reach.

Somehow I must get free

and make it to the beach.

The ground is opening.

Sadly I know for whom.

I’m falling in a hole

that will soon be my tomb.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

END HOUSE

March 26, 2020Susanne LeistLeave a comment

END HOUSE

A house dark and bleak.
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.

Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride
And cross the threshold
without being rash or bold.

There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?

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FALLING

A heart-shaped pool

to break my fall.

A cold wetness

to entomb me.

Depths to reach

beneath the surface.

I am falling.

No one to catch me.

But cold wetness.

A DARK DESTINY

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Candles climb the stairs

as sentries of the night.

We’re invited to a party

in a dark, deserted house.

No host to welcome us

as the door opens to candlelight.

Empty rooms greet us

in this dark, candlelit tomb.

The basement door opens

and slams shut behind us.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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ALONE IN A CEMETERY

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

The mist paints a grey.

Hissing winds sound fey.

The trees sway in tune

Under the blue moon.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

Darker shadows they cannot be.

A statue looms in the distance.

I cannot offer resistance.

An angel turns her face to me.

A wicked grin for all to see.

Her white wings spread wide.

Time for me to hide.

HELP ME

Something is pulling me back.

Keeping me in this place.

A mausoleum paradise.

A hand is pulling me under.

Back into my hole.

I refuse to go back.

I refuse to be dead.

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BLACK DESPAIR

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by rpratt

Red leaves cover the trees.

Red blood coats the grass.

Darkness entombs the town.

Black despair follows all.

THE DEAD GAME

ALONE

Walking alone in

a cemetery at night.

The mist swaying.

The wind moaning.

Shadows appearing.

Then disappearing.

Leading me somewhere. 

Or maybe following me.

A statue looms ahead.

A tall statue.

Taller than the mausoleums.

 It’s moving.

Coming closer.

Time to run.

Walking in a graveyard at night

may not have been such a good idea.

Ouch!

It scratched me!

READY FOR BED?

Are you ready for bed?

We’ve made our own.

In a private park.

So far from home.

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PULLING ME DOWN

Something is pulling me back.

Keeping me in this place.

Graves far into the distance.

A mausoleum paradise.

A hand is pulling me under.

Back into my hole.

I refuse to go back.

I refuse to be dead.

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THE DEAD

Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD

Can you feel the quiet?
The darkness surrounds you.
Fog makes it hard to see anything.
Then you hear sounds.
Digging sounds.
Is someone digging a fresh grave?
In the middle of the night?
No.
It’s a grave, but the digging is coming from underneath.
The Dead are digging themselves out of their graves.
Run for your life!
The Dead don’t take prisoners.
Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
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